I captured this animated photo with my Samsung S4. My daughter was having a little fun at Target. She was trying on the Halloween costumes. I took this GIF and thought it would be good to have on the blog. She hates it when I take photos of her but put up with the animated photo. When we came home she got her Batman cape and mask. I don't know if she will wear it this year, as we pass out Tootsie Rolls and Dots. We'll see. Last year she was a tree squirrel.
Bilingue Emergente Emerging from the Cocoon By Maureen Ucles
Soy bilingue Emergente Not an emergency Just me I am An emergent Bilingual
Like the sound of it Kinda distinguished Distinguida Gave me an excuse To be Me Solamente
All these years batallando con uno o otro en mi mente Mind games It's one or the other Ingles o Espanol Watch it son You might get some Spanglish In your orejas Stop that This instant But now?
Hey I am beyond a disease I am Bilingual Emergente Sounds sort of elegant Elegante sofisticado Ya know?
Not that dumb after all No burros allowed in my crowd You get me? Say yes Dile si,si, si (can't get the accents on Blogger) Perdon
Ah! just my mind Readin' off the English Thinkin' in Spanish What comes out of my mouth? I am hungry tengo hambre hombre! Now famished! Ya know? Just chillin Toma la suave 'Cause carne asada Just met some burgers and papas fritas Mezclando con orgullo cause ya gotta know I am bilingue emergente Proud to be Simply Simplemente ME!
I dedicate this piece of expository writing to my four older brothers!
By Maureen Ucles
Brothers can be so annoying! They find all the most gruesome things to do to me, a younger, defenseless sibling. They should be locked up for cruel and unusual punishment! Lock them up and throw away the key.
My brother Greg is of my worst offenders. He should be posted on America’s Most Wanted. One time, he wrestled me down, just because. The wrestling part wasn’t the worse thing. He wrestled me down and put his knees over my arms, so I couldn’t move at all. Then he teased me horribly. He pretended he was going to spit on my face. Since I could move, I had to watch him let spit go out of his mouth and almost hit me in the face.It looked sort of like a January icicle on a tree branch. At the last moment, he sucked it up and smiled. I screamed and my faced turned blood red! “MOM!” I screamed. Then it was over. I still get angry thinking about it! So cruel and very unusual. That is totally messed up.
Brothers have other ways to annoy little sisters too. They find little buttons to push. I absolutely hate it when my brothers come into the living room, when I watch my favorite TV shows. I lay comfortably on my couch, not bothering a soul. No a one. They won’t turn off the TV or anything like that. They only pass by the couch, where I am lounging, and then POW! They hit me on the head for no apparent reason. They love seeing me get so angry. It hurts, when they hit me on the side of my head. It makes this thud and my ears begin to ring. I HATE IT!
I love to eat pizza. Pepperoni pizza with lots of cheese! One of my brothers uses the pizza situation to pester me beyond belief. He orders the pizza with large amounts of cheese and pepperoni and eats it right in front of me. When I try to take a slice of it for myself, he then suddenly acts as if he has to sneeze all over it. To make matters worse, he then goes and spits on it too! Gross! I don’t touch it after that. Seeing the mucous-laden pizza makes me sick to my stomach. Yuck cubed! That is so wrong!
Brothers! Brothers! Brothers! They do so many things that just to get on my last nerve. I don’t know why they take pleasure out of seeing me suffer. Maybe it is my face turning seven shades of red or my yelling, “ MOM!”at the tops of my lungs! Who knows? It works though. They can take me from a cool, calm and collected state to the state of exasperation, in milliseconds! STOP THE MADNESS already! Give me a break, won’t you? Brothers, brothers, brothers!
Just trying out some things Put on a rhyme or two Maybe three four Out of my door Into the vines Ain't got the time for me
Everything's a blur Too darn fast Yes, ma'am No sir! Can't slow down even for a second
Throat is soar I am devoid of feelings numb running out the door Alphie What's am I here for?
Time heals all wounds inside and out Seriously? Not buying it In the least
Need to reju Rejuvenate Get this mess off my plate so full of overwhelming sense of velocity inertia personified I am
Calgon can't help me Mama won't call Dogs at the groomer Not having a ball Feel out of control Like I lost me My soul SLOW DOWN Smell the rositas No time! No present past and future Just a blur!
BLUR Where I reside Just look deep inside You'll find no more of me Just lost in a black hole with no hope at all SLOW down put on the breaks can't take it anymore Wanna get away? Southwest Airlines Fly me to Bermuda Throw me through the triangle Until I can renew- Slow down...for a second Make sense of it all
Today, tomorrow, next week In view only partial stuck on the dirty side of Hurricane of life When will it subside? Winds of change a comin' Tidal surge I'm on the verge of letting it go But the change is incremental Way too stinking slow!
One day soon Soon never comes Knocking on my door traffic bumper to bumper Houston style HELP ME! I need to get out!
I have been feeling a little stressed lately. When I feel that way, I know that I just need to sit down and calm myself down by writing whatever. When I write whatever and/or blog, which ever comes first, I find that my creative juices take over and I am taken to a very comfortable place. It doesn't have to be anything special because ideas are ideas and they must come out in order to be something. I was thinking on my way home today that I would like to take the advice of Crystal Allen. (Why couldn't I remember her name yesterday?) I kept saying Janet Allen and I knew that wasn't correct. Now everything is Crystal clear! She gave me some great writing advice. She told me that I need to write everyday. It didn't matter what it was but I needed to hone my craft by writing everyday. I want to become some kind of published author or poet some day. I really do! So I am going to take her advice and see where it goes. So I was thinking of Truvia packets and how I love to drink iced tea. I drink about two twenty ounce cups a day. I always have my Truvia on hand to sweeten it naturally. When I forget to fill my plastic bag, I get kind of perturbed. Today I remembered to put tons in my bag for my car and in my heavy purse. I was prepped and my day went especially nice because of Truvia! I know. It doesn't take much to please me. I have to have some iced tea to start my day and Truvia sweetens the hic ups along the way. On these kinda days, curve balls don't phase me at all. I am going with the Boston Red Sox for the World Series by the way. Big Papi just homered over the Green Monsta! I was screaming and shouting, much to the chagrin of my daughter. She hates it when I get my groove on. I jump and shout and clap up a storm. Woo Hoo! Big Papi is in the HOOOOOOUUUUUUSEEE! You go boy! YEEEEESSSS! I digress and was thinking about writing about how I love my Truvia. I will give it a try!
I don't remember exactly where this came from but I was having a conversation about packets. So then I seized the opportunity and wrote down, "My Life is a Packet". Sounds like a poem, I thought to myself. So I decided to let the thought run it's course and just come out. The next day I opened my notebook to the sentence My Life is a Packet. I was in the middle of a meeting. Meeting. I should say, "My life is a meeting!" It was the kind of meeting when you just want to turn off the volume or put people on mute. Since I can't do that, I decided to let the poem flow on the pages of my notebook. People on mute, my brain on poetry! Next poem! Well, I have found my vehicle and I kinda like it. So here is my first take on my life as a packet. Hope you enjoy my first attempt.
I created a Snag It! capture today. I loaded my PPT and explained the latest information about STAAR 4th Grade Writing. I hope it will be helpful for those who are interested in finding out more about the 4th Grade STAAR Test. Thanks
Have you read Elizondo's Monkey Love poem? She just posted it on Sunday! When I saw it, I was so pleased! Wow! She wrote from the heart! I haven't had time to respond until now. She has inspired me to write and post at least once a day. I wrote a poem today but left my notebook in another place. I feel so lost without my dear notebook. I will try to post it tomorrow. Who know where it will go? Big Kudos to Elizondo! How many more people will follow her lead and post? I hope more people! That way we will be wowed by other people's work and thoughts. It will serve as mentor text for us! C'mon! Take the plunge! The water is great!